Tuesday, November 15, 2011

An Embarrassment

Dear Diary,

Apparently I'm an embarrassment to you-know-who.   Lifting my leg to pee has become second nature to me and you-know-who says it's not lady-like.  I'm surprised that she's finding the time to take me for walks at all... what with all the painting she's supposed to be talking about doing and the book she's working on.   I've heard from a reliable source that she's found my old diary and it's being revealed inside the book for the sole purpose of bringing me to shame.  That's why I've decided to share this with you.  

Shhh...  she mustn't know. Gracie. 

Dear Diary,  I'm supposed to be painting, but I haven't even started.  I did get the paint bought... it's called Rainforest and I think it will look good in the living room, dining room and hall.  I'd love to slap that paint on and be done with it... but Gary refuses to let me paint till he gets the walls prepped.  He has not done this yet.  And so, no painting has taken place.  Maybe spring.  
Gary just got a 50 inch TV for the efficiency apartment that is in back of our offices. We now call it the Consultants Lounge during the day and his Man Cave come evening and on weekends.  This is where I've been working on my book when we are not busy, and it is so relaxing.  
No baby yet... but patiently waiting.  
The other day when I was vacuuming the floor I thought I saw a spider and I screamed.  It kept jumping around, trying to get away...  but it turned out that it was only a piece of fuzz.  That's all for now.  bobbi.